An online journal from perhaps the biggest, stupidest Tommy on all the internet.

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

In which I return to blogging to recount a dream

Yeah. It might be a dying hobby, folks. Or maybe it took a break. I dunno.

So, I've changed job locations. Still with the same company. A turn of events occurred late in May that saw me move back down to Cleveland, Tennessee for employment. It was a move toward the better, at least in terms of the rest of my life. I enjoyed working with the folks up in Loudon, and the experience of working in a new store with that demanding of a clientele I'll always value.

However, it put a lot of strain on the rest of my life. It cut down on the amount of time I was able to spend with friends and family. I can already tell a difference in my stress level, after 3 weeks at my new store, if only because I'm able to head out to see my sister and brother-in-law, or head out to grab a beer or play trivia with folks, without having to plan it out several days in advance.

That said, one big difference is when we have to set our stores for new ads. Because of the timing of the thing, I've already found it easier to change the store out in an overnight shift on Tuesday. I've found that this overnight shift gives me an extra morning to write (wrote 2400 words this morning), and a little time to go do something in the daytime hours.

Today? I went to see Transformers 3. It was exactly what I needed it to be: 2.5 hours of living machines beating the shit out of one another. In fact, I'd have enjoyed the thing a lot more had they simply done away with the Shia LeBouf/Sam Witwicky storyline, and streamlined the booger into 1.5 hours of Cybertronian Whoopass.

But anyway. Part of the Tuesday routine does involve my big ass taking a nap. Usually a couple or three hours, it's enough to get me through the night.

Today's nap was the subject of an odd, storylike dream.

Very simply, my sister and brother-in-law had moved to the coast. My brain said it was somewhere along the Gulf Coast, but looked exactly like what I remember the area of Murrell's Inlet and Pawley's Island, South Carolina, looking like. (I write that, and it strikes me that I haven't been that way in nearly 8 years....)

Anyway, they were needing to move back. And I'd gone down there to help them move. In the dream, I'd been left alone at their house, and the only way I had to get transportation was a riding lawnmower, which I rode from the house through a gas station to get to the post office. And let me clarify that by saying, I rode the lawn mower through the store part of the gas station. Up the aisle that sold candy bars.

Also, it seems that my sister had managed to capture a demon (or perhaps The Devil himself) and had him trapped in a bookcase at her house. (Kinda like an episode of Twilight Zone we watched this weekend, during SyFy's marathon). The demon was a shapeshifter, and at various times took the form of a man, a cat and a rat. And he was trapped on the book case by two empty drinking glasses. Yeah, I don't understand that part. I just remember if you took the drinking glasses down, he could get out.

In the course of the dream, the glasses fall. Don't remember how. My mind trying to fill in the blanks likes the idea that I bump it with the lawnmower.

I have to catch the demon again (this is where he morphs into a rat). I catch him, and put him back on the bookcase, putting the drinking glasses back in place.

So, I got that going for me.

Anyway. Hoping to post a little more. 1 post in all of June. That's a heck of a swoon, for the old blogamathing. We'll see how this thing goes....

I didn't know that you were in Loudon! But now that I know, perhaps you can answer a question for me. The spouse and I drive past there on a regular basis (as a matter of fact, we did so just yesterday, on our way back from western New York), and passing the sign for Loudon often sparks a discussion over whether it is pronounced "loo-don," "lough-don," or "lau-don" (as in the second syllable in "allow"). What do the natives say?

In other news, I'm thinking about maybe trying to blog more than the twice a week photos I've been doing lately. Like you, I'm not sure if that bird's got wings or not...